Death and Taxes

an idea starts out inside your head.
planted like a virus for you to wed.
you begin to think of your world differently.
you begin to believe you are systematically

reinventing the world before your eyes.
truth be known you are just a spectator in vibe
with your puppet masters.
who are pulling your strings from within a dream.

making you do things you would never do.
making you think of the world in which you are glued
as if you are inside one simple reality.
when you are part of multiple lives and personalities.

in one dream you are a king.
your dominion so large you wear a ring
to stamp the letters you sign.
to make into law the words you intertwine.

in one dream you are a pauper.
so poor you have become a robber
to feed the family you have invented.
with the love you injected into being.

in one dream you are already dead.
living freely with no mouths to be fed.
surrounded by the souls you have attracted.
to explore the infinite for which you reacted.

these dreams many say are not true.
the life you live right now is the only one to view
as if it should matter.
as if dreams should be tossed and scattered.

for reality is where we face death and taxes.
but i say to hell with these one sided faxes.
the lives you live when you are asleep
are as real as the one you live now while you weep.

it is the death of ideas that is our infinite strife.
it is the inception of ideas that is our immortal life.